Linden Blossoms in the Summer
by Astarte
Camp Pine Crest
Linden hit the dock pleased with the strength of her butterfly. She glanced at her sports' watch. She had shaved 10 seconds off her previous best lake swim, and it was only the first day of camp! She glanced over to the shore to see Denny Fletcher smiling in her direction. Her heart fluttered, but she knew he must have been looking at someone else. She looked the other way and saw a buxom bikini clad woman out on the raft. At first she didn't recognize her. “Oh my God, it's Gladys!” Gladys had already been turning heads last year, but her charms had now come to full fruition. She couldn't mind Denny ogling Gladys, well, not much. Gladys was a bimbo.
Linden and Denny had been friends for years, and she had had a crush on him since she started having crushes. Now, suddenly, he was the camp muscleman, as she always knew he would be. Linden was used to seeing really fit guys, since she was a competitive swimmer and trained with the guys often, but their muscles, though well developed, were long and sleek. Denny was flat out huge. He was a fast runner, and a good all around athlete, but his only commitment was pumping iron.
Linden had been recruited to the university on a swimming scholarship, and would start in the fall. She was 6 ft tall, and weighed 160#, and possessed the broad muscular body of a swimming champion. Her mother had also swum for the university and had even gone to the Olympic trials. She had just missed going to Seoul. Linden was a counselor at Camp Pine Crest (along with Denny and Gladys). They had all been campers here, too, and knew each other for 10 years. Along with being the counselor in the 8-year-old girls' bunk, Linden was the camp swimming instructor. This gave her a lot of time in the water, and plenty of opportunity to put in lots of time with her swimming. Denny had the 9-year-old boys and was the camp fitness instructor. His brother Nick had been the previous camp muscleman and fitness instructor. Denny had an old shack for a gym, but it had been set up really well by several generations of dedicated iron-men.
Denny was one of the favorite subjects of gossip among the girls. They said he was “really gross.” Linden felt differently and thought, “thou doth protest too much.” Ten years of camping and now counseling together had given Linden some insight into Gladys and the girls. Linden and Gladys, in particular had been friends, but she had always seemed disingenuous. She was always making up stories, and Linden never quite believed her. This she figured was the essence of being a bimbo – not being honest and authentic, paying more heed to being attractive and beautiful, not recognizing her own inner beauty, not being true to one's self. When they were all little, they had been just as fascinated with Denny's big brother, Nick, as she had. The fascination was aesthetic and existential. She remembered how like a Greek statue Nick had looked, and she was inspired with how one could mould one's body. Linden never experienced any sexual desire in her appreciation of Nick. They had been too young. With Denny it was different.
Denny and Shelly had spent a lot of time together when they were little. They had played together, and had watched and encouraged “Nicky the Notorious.” Nick had become a famous professional bodybuilder, and now Denny was following in his footsteps. Linden thought Denny was really nice and quite cute, although she was equally sure that he would never pay her any mind. What boy would? Although she was confident in her intelligence (she had graduated 5th in her class of 600), knew she had a cute face (since the oral contraceptives she just started had cleared up her acne), and was proud of her trim athletic body, the fatal flaw was unavoidable. Her measurements were 38-24-36, but her breasts were barely a b-cup! Her muscular back pumped up the bra size, but belittled her boobies. Her breasts had made a promising appearance 5 years ago, but after an early blossoming, no fruit appeared! While almost all the girls had surpassed her in breast size, she had grown really tall. After awhile she had stopped caring about breasts. She had invested her pride in her athleticism rather than her voluptuousness. Linden also realized that her muscularity would turn-off some boys, but she was pretty pleased to be a little intimidating. If she couldn't attract them like Gladys did, she could at least scare them a little! She was resigned, after all – her mother and older sister were really flat chested, as were most of her cousins, and aunts, except for Aunt Cynthia, who had been Miss December in 1968. She had fabulous DD tits, and was often featured in big-busted pictorial reviews. Who could figure genes?
Linden spent more time with Denny than any of the other girls, since she was the only girl in camp to spend any time lifting weights. Phyllis, her new college coach had given her a work out regimen for the summer. It was pretty tough – A lot of swimming every day, and – three times per week, about 2 hours per workout – pumping iron. Denny had helped her do the exercises correctly. Linden looked forward to any opportunity to watch Denny's progress. She really wanted to see him pump iron. She remembered when they both had played with weights when Nick was the king of the camp. Two years ago it was obvious that Denny was more muscular than other guys his age. Last year he was a little more muscular, but this year he was something else. She was excited by his progress. Her first sight of him boggled her this year! He was bulging all over. All muscle groups were much bigger; Nick had never been this big. So far she had only seen him in shorts and a tee shirt, so she had the best view of his arms and his legs. They made her tingle.
The first few nights in the bunk after lights-out she found herself obsessively fantasizing about Denny. She would lie in her bunk, fingering her clitoris and her nipples. Her little boobies ached as she visualized his bulging, peaked, cut, vascular biceps. Her dreams the first few nights were vivid. She dreamt of swimmers doing lap after lap. She dreamt of Gladys surrounded by adoring men and women. She dreamt of Denny and other musclemen and muscle woman pumping iron with frenzied abandon. Sometimes the swimming champions morphed into bimbos; sometimes they became muscle men. One dream was really weird. The Virgin Mary came to her, her heart visibly beating in her chest, radiating a ruby red light. The virgin started pumping iron with Denny, and then seduced him like a bimbo. At other times the virgin, dressed like a professional woman would seem lost in a crowded room, meandering about, looking, looking, but not finding whatever she was looking for with a befuddled look on her face. By the third night of this she couldn't sleep, and around 10pm slipped out of the bunk. All her little girls were sawing logs!
It was a bright moonlit night, and she walked to the lake without a flashlight. She wanted to see the reflection of the moon in the lake, but before she got very far she could hear clanging in Denny's gym. Her heart raced. She walked toward it slowly, and approached as closely as she dared, maybe 30 ft away. She took up a post behind a tree. Suddenly, he came outside. He had only jockey briefs on. In the bright moonlight she could see the sweat glisten on his muscles. It was obvious to her that he had been working his pecs. He was glancing down, alternatively tightening them. They jumped and danced at his command. His pecs dwarfed her boobies. She dug her pubic bone and her boobies into the tree as she listened to Denny's loud breaths and grunts. She reached in her shirt, under her sports bra and massaged her boobies as she watched Denny flex his. Oh! How they ached! She ground her pubes into the tree. This made her nipples even more erect and her boobs ache even more. After awhile, Denny went back in the gym and the clanks and grunts resumed. Awash in deliciously aching desire, Linden brought herself to climax with a nice little knot on the tree. She had worked herself into a sweat. She retreated from the gym somewhat bewildered. Went to the lake and took a long swim. When she came to shore, she sat for a while dripping off. She was a little chilled and had goose flesh, but she felt delicious overall. She looked at her moonlit reflection rippling in the lake. She enjoyed the obviously distorted image of her boobies reflected in the water, they seemed to hang a little and point slightly upward.
The first month of camp continued much like this. During the day Linden swam a lot, and took every opportunity to size up Denny's muscular progress. At night she snuck out to his gym to listen to his workout and hopefully catch a glimpse. He frequently came out to cool down, and pose, but the moon was waning. The darkness emphasized his bulk, or perhaps allowed her to fantasize more about his mass. As for definition, she got a good looks at his arms and legs every day. She loved seeing the both the definition and size of his biceps and triceps. His legs barely fit through his shorts. She fantasized that they might rip if he just flexed them a little. Usually, after masturbating at Denny's gym she would take a swim, and gaze at her reflection in the lake. As the moon waned, it seemed her boobies and the moon had the same shape. She loved the way the distortion of her image made her boobies look bigger.
Three days a week she too would work out with weights. She tried to time it so that he would be there to, but that seldom occurred. Whenever he was there she was sure to find a reason to ask him how to do something. Denny seemed friendly enough, but always a little distant to her. She was sure he was thinking about Gladys or one of the other voluptuous girls. In any case she really enjoyed her workouts, they made her body feel good.
She tried to guess who Denny liked best. She was pretty sure it must be Gladys. There were some prettier girls in camp, and certainly many had genuine impressive feminine attributes, but no one could compete with Gladys. Gladys had by far the biggest breasts in camp, including adults. Last year, after Color War the boys had raided her bunk, stolen one of her 36 D bras and ran it up the flagpole. The camp supervisor and owner had severely reprimanded and restricted the boys camp for this infraction, and Gladys played along as if she was aggrieved, but it was really clear that she was proud of the attention she got. This year she was even bigger – looked like a DD – as big as aunt Cynthia. All the boys in camp, at least the ones who were pre-pubescent or older lusted for her. She played her part well. She wore low cut bathing suits and tight T-shirts. Her gait was somewhere between undulation and provocation. She said that she was going to be in Playboy magazine someday. Even some of the girls seemed to go stupid around Gladys. Linden thought that this was mostly hero worship and role modeling; only in her deepest fantasies did it sometimes occur to her that some of the girls might really like Gladys.
Once a week the counselors got a half a day off and got to go to town. Linden had become pretty annoyed at the camp laundry service, it seemed that they were shrinking her tee shirts and sports bras. Fortunately her well-worn denim shorts seemed impervious to the shrinkage. Anyway, she was going to take her laundry to town on her day off and buy some new clothes. She went into the small town department store and asked the sales clerk for a bra. She knew that they might have trouble with her 38B, but usually the sports bras were more flexible in this regard. The clerk smiled at her, looking at Linden's chest. “Honey, no way those fit in a B-cup… you are certainly at least a C-cup!” Linden was dumbfounded. She hadn't changed her cup size in 5 years; she thought it wasn't possible. She knew that her boobies had been aching all summer, but she figured this was in response to her nightly masturbating and rubbing her boobs against the tree. The clerk handed her a 38-C bra, and indicated where the fitting room was. Linden put the bra on. It was a little tight! The clerk measured her – she was a 39C! Not only had her boobies grown, but also so had her back – pumping iron and swimming butterfly! She bought one regular bra and one sports bra. She was very pleased. Thoughts of Denny sprung to mind. Maybe he could like her.
After buying her new clothes, Shelly walked around town. She felt like a woman! On a whim she decided to visit the palm reader. With little faith and no surprise she heard that she was about to start a romantic and spiritual adventure. The palmist also offered her an herbal concoction designed to help this prediction come true. “I like to hedge my bets,” the gypsy declared.
That night was another full moon. She went to bed with the little girls and drifted asleep, and found herself dreaming. She was walking a trail in the woods and came to a fork. Down one path she saw a very clean modern looking town, the other doubled back into the woods. It led straight into the rising moon. On a hill in front of the moon was the Virgin with her ruby heart beating and glowing. It was surely the Virgin, but she was wearing a lycra body suit which revealed beautiful breasts like her aunt Cynthia's and sported muscles as big as her swimming coach – Phyllis. In the dream Linden knew she wanted to walk the path with the Virgin. Linden awoke from the dream suddenly, with a start, and a desire to see Denny. She put on her new bra, one of her old tight tee shirts, and her tightest shorts, and went to find him. She admired her moonlit reflection in a window. She was not disappointed. There he was in the moonlight all pumped up! She had to keep her distance until he went back into the gym before she could take up her station by the tree. As she walked she was conscious of a little bounce in her boobs. She had never appreciated this before! She reached the tree and embraced it familiarly. She cupped her bosom with her hands. She was excited and gratified to feel them. Certainly nothing like Gladys' or several of the other girls, but there really seemed to be substantial tit here. She could feel her nipples poking through two layers of fabric.
In a brazen flash, as if in a dream, she came out from behind the tree and walked breathlessly up to Denny's gym. She knocked on the doorframe with her heart beating in her throat. Hearing no reply, except Denny's grunts and the clanging of iron, she poked her head in and said “ hi!” Denny was in the middle of some preacher curls. His biceps were swollen gigantically, the veins on their peaks distended, the entire muscle flushed pink. He immediately put the weights down, and jumped up, seemingly embarrassed. Linden was mortified, but also totally thrilled to see Denny so pumped and so undressed! He regained his composure, smiled and said “hi!” He grabbed a towel and started to sop the sweat off his brow, and cover himself modestly. Linden said: “I was taking a walk and heard you in here and I thought I'd just say hello.” Denny smiled and said, “I'm really glad you did.” Seized by boldness she never knew she had, she slightly thrust her boobs out, smiled coyly, and said: ”I really have wanted to see you pose, you are really getting impressive. I think you must be as big as Nick!” Denny smiled broadly: “I've been really wanting to pose for you too!” With this he hit a front double biceps and then swiveled deftly into a side biceps. His biceps were in full pump from the workout and he was bigger, harder and more defined than ever. When he hit a most muscular pose, Linden felt faint. Denny was truly massive. Linden wobbled up to him. “Can I feel?” He nodded with a smile. His muscles felt very hard, very hot and very wet. She squeezed his bicep with one hand, and then with both hands. She couldn't really even surround the bicep with both hands! Her hands would not stop exploring. She felt his triceps, his lats, and then very cautiously started to feel his pectorals. Everywhere she put her hands – he would tense as hard as he could. When she started feeling his pecs, she looked up into his face and pushed her boobs into him. He looked down at her and then bent forward and kissed her, at first – shyly and then with more eagerness. He then put his hand on her breast. A jolt of energy surged through her as he did this. She pushed her breast into his hand like she had so often the tree. He grasped her breasts and kneaded them. He easily found her nipple through the cloth and pinched it. He quickly reached under her tee shirt and felt her bra, but immediately, tried to reach under her bra. She pulled away, immediately pulling her tee shirt off, and then moved hard against him burying her breasts into his hard abdomen. He stroked her lats appreciatively. She tensed them in response doing a pretty good cobra pose. He undid her bra, but didn't pull it off. He did however reach under the cups and resumed handling her boobs. He cupped each one in turn, hefting them slightly, letting her know that he appreciated their substance and weight. Her areolas crinkled and her nipples became intensely erect. How her boobs ached. She shrugged off her bra. Denny sat down on a bench and pulled her chest into his face, which he nuzzled. After what seemed like forever, she pulled off her shorts and started to pull his off. His legs were so huge and the pants so tight, that he had to peel them off. His penis was standing hugely erect. She pushed him down on the bench and mounted him. She grasped his large, thick penis to her virginal introitus. Ever so slowly she let it impale herself. She told him to do some bench presses. Fortunately the weights on the bench were light. He wasn't really feeling his strongest. As he slowly lifted the weights and let them fall to his chest, she massaged his pectorals with one hand and her own boobs with another. She slowly rose and fell with her pelvis. They made love like this for an hour!
Needless to say, they had a rendezvous the next night, and the next night, and the next night. Within one week Linden noticed with delight and less surprise that her bra was getting really tight again. In the lake the images of her tits were really hanging. She was clearly growing! She went back to the same store on her day off. The clerk smiled: “Looks like you're having a little growth spurt huh sweetie?” 40 D! Now Linden really felt like a woman. She walked around town like a woman too, feeling her breasts dancing heavily on her chest. She vaguely realized that this growth was going to ruin her swimming career, but she felt that somehow she had chosen this path, although she didn't know how. She visited the gypsy to report on events. The palmist was pleased by developments, and nodded knowingly. “You want some more of the herbal tea?” Linden had indeed been drinking it, but hadn't really thought that it was the cause of her growth. She thought it was Denny, but she too could hedge her bets. She bought some more.
Back at camp, the other female counselors were beginning to treat her differently. Gladys began to seek her out! Also, she was getting attention from some of the girls who previously had flitted about and flirted with Gladys. They were standing by a window, outside of the mess hall with the sunlight shining in their faces, illuminating their torsos. Linden noticed that she was almost as big as Gladys up top and bigger than any of the other girls. This really blew her mind. The next morning, her mind was even more blown. When the entire camp reported, as they did every morning, for the flag raising ceremony, there was a bra at the top of the flagpole. Tittering and guffaws rippled throughout the boys' side. Many guys pointed at her. Linden's first reaction was that it was again Gladys's bra flapping in the breeze, but as she looked up – it occurred to her that it certainly looked a lot like her new old bra – the 39C. She hadn't really noticed that it was missing because it no longer fit! She turned beet red. She noticed Denny looking over to her with concern. She ran from the crowd, almost running Gladys over, who looked at her as if for the first time. Linden ran to her cabin. Her drawer was in disarray and she couldn't find her 39C bra!
Linden was confused. This was highly embarrassing but incredibly exciting. Was she a bimbo? She resolutely refused to think of herself as one. She left her bunk seeking the one place where she really knew who she was – Denny's gym. He was not there. (Later she learned that the entire boys' side had been confined to their bunks). She started to pump iron. “Bimbos don't pump iron!” She thought. The workout was very intense. She worked every muscle group hard! She particularly hit the bench presses, flys and rows. She wasn't a bimbo, but she was proud of her chest!
That night Denny was there. He told her that he had broken bunk-restriction to be there, but he had to see her. Was she OK? Denny was pretty sensitive, but the flagpole incident had nourished his lust for Linden. He started to kiss her and fondle her. Linden was not in the mood. Even though she was pretty sore from her earlier workout, she wanted to pump iron! Though initially deflated, Denny quickly grew to liking this. Linden took off her tee shirt and shorts and worked out in her bra and thong. Denny's workout inspired Linden. When Linden started to pose for him, Denny got really turned-on. She wanted him to pose with her. What REALLY turned him on was her Lat spread Cobra. She was really getting broad in the chest. Flexing her latissimii and her pectorals together strained her Bra, which made her boobs swell beyond the confines of her D-cup. They then went on with their now usual lovemaking!
After the flagpole event, everyone realized that Linden had become the camp goddess. It had really crept up on them all. For so many years she had been the tall scrawny jockette that they had been very slow to see the developments. No one ever did figure out (or cop to) who had first noticed (and raided her bunk), but now everyone noticed. She dreamt regularly of hanging out with the bimbo Virgin. They were real friends. Linden basked in the ruby glow of the Virgin's immaculate heart.
Her breasts continued to grow. The week after the flagpole incident she was up to a 42DD. On her 6 ft muscular frame this looked really good! The bra shop clerk looked at her with awe. “I'm gona haf to order something custom made for you. I've never seen anything like this!” Linden loved to hug her boobies, which spilled over her arms. She loved to lay flat and shift them from side to side. She loved to feel them bounce and sway with her step. She had always had a vigorous gait – some would say she “flounced;” she had, after all, been a serious athlete for 4 years now. Fortunately her back was really strong from swimming and weight lifting. Most wondrously she found that she could lick or suck her own nipples. They weren't boobies anymore, she realized, they were tits, gazongas, jugs! They gave her new buoyancy swimming, but her swimming times were really getting poor. It was like wearing a life vest! Denny, inspired by his lover, was also making great progress. He seemed to have a particularly strong enthusiasm for his bench presses and flys. He loved to rub his nipples with Linden's. His arms had ballooned out to 22”. He had to slit his shirtsleeves and his pant legs open. His chest hit 52”, and his definition was awesome. He was getting a little freaky, and Linden loved it! She even fantasized that Denny now needed a bra too! Linden decided, on the Gypsy's advice, to lay off the tea. Whenever Linden and Denny came to town there was a flock of people following them about, some were taking pictures.
The last night of camp finally came, capping of an incredible summer. Needless to say, Denny and Linden wanted to spend it together, in the gym. Their intensity was real strong. They realized that they wouldn't be seeing as much of each other pretty soon. They were doing leg presses, leg extensions and hamstring-curls. They both had a good leg pump on. As they were showing each other their swollen leg muscles, they heard a knock at the door. It was Gladys! She was dressed in her skimpiest Bikini. She slinked in, looking down at the floor. She sunk to her knees and said, “I can't stay away from you my Goddess and God! I will do anything you want, don't send me away!” Linden noticed that Gladys did look pretty good in a bikini. She had no muscle tone to speak of, but she was thin and had no flab. Her breasts were kind of pretty. She liked the way a curl of her brown hair caressed her cleavage. Linden waved her closer, and struck a pose. “Would you like to feel my muscles?” “Oh, yes!” Gladys cried, and she did. This rather stimulated Linden. Denny sat down and watched with growing interest. Linden was beginning to look like a bodybuilder, except for her huge breasts. Her muscles were quite defined, but not really big except for her lats, shoulders and legs. After posing all her muscles, Linden asked Gladys “Would you like to feel my breasts?” Gladys cried out “Yes!!” and reached up a gently stroked Linden's bra. The stroking grew more vigorous. Linden started to really like this, and she wanted to feel Gladys's tits, too! This was shocking to her - to feel a woman's breast. Quickly Linden's feels turned to nuzzles. She pushed Gladys onto a weight bench and started to lick and nuzzle her boobs. She pulled Gladys's bikini top off. Gladys breasts were quite firm, and had large areolas and nipples. Gladys reached up and cupped Linden's huge breasts, still confined in bra. Denny started to squeeze his tumescent penis, entranced with the scene. Gladys pulled on the side of Shelly's bra with her teeth. She nibbled the nipple trying to protrude through the fabric. Linden reached back to unfasten her bra. She was so muscle bound that she couldn't reach the clasp. Gladys reached back for her and released it. Linden shrugged off her bra, her huge breasts washed like a wave onto Gladys face, which eagerly started to lick the areolas and took the erect nipples into her mouth. Gladys pushed Linden's two breasts together and took both nipples into her mouth together. This really stirred Linden, who buried her face between Gladys two large mounds of tit, and then she too, pushed Gladys breasts together and took both nipples together in her mouth. Shelly started grinding her pelvis into Gladys' pubes.
Denny, in the meantime, could take it no longer. He came behind Linden and cupped her breasts, holding the swollen areolas out for Gladys' eager mouth. He slid his huge penis deftly into Linden's vagina from behind. They had never done it this way before. They were both surprised how easy the insertion was. Sure, Linden was really wet, but it seemed the geometry of this insertion was perfect! Linden's vagina was really full with Denny's pulsating member, AND she could grind her own swollen clitoris into Gladys' erect clit. Gladys was more than satisfied. Linden had everything she could imagine wanting. Denny was happy too.
Linden comes home
Linden was a little nervous about how her family was going to relate to her transformed body. She had written her mother, that she had had some surprising development and had to buy a new bra, but she hadn't really indicated how much.
She wore a pair of jeans and the biggest Pine Crest sweatshirt that had been in the canteen. Denny grinned to see her in it. “Honey, it really doesn't hide much.” He embraced her. They both luxuriated in the cushioned melons between them. Denny could feel her nipples get hard right through the bra and sweat shirt materials. They had to say goodbye at camp, since the girls and boys camps rode on different buses. They might see each other briefly in town. They made a date for the following weekend. Linden would only be home a week before she went to college. Denny would take Linden to College.
Linden sat near the back of the bus next to the window, hugging her breasts for comfort, like Teddy bears. Gladys sat down next to her. They gave each other a knowing look. “Hi!' “Hi.” Embarrassed silence took hold, they both were pretty shocked by what had happened last night, but after about an hour they began to whisper about the coming year. Gladys would also be going to the State University. Denny was going to work in Nick's Gym, and train for professional contests. Denny's town was about a 3-hour drive from the State University. Gladys clearly wanted to sustain their relationship. Linden was glad that she would be at school, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to share Denny with Gladys. Linden blushed at the thought that maybe she and Gladys might get together once in a while. Linden really thought of herself as heterosexual. Right now, for example, Gladys was not at all attractive to her. Somehow, having Denny there made what happened last night OK. Gladys said, “I never even imagined doing anything like that, I have always been straight.” “Me too.” As they talked however Linden started to find herself getting a little bit wet, and her nipples began to get erect. Gladys noticed Linden's nipples and sidled her hip up against Linden's. This was about as demonstrative as she dared to be.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bus reached the gas station and restaurant, where they would have half an hour before resuming the trip home. Both girls got off the bus and made a beeline for the bathroom – along with the rest of the girls. Linden and Gladys made sure to be at the back of the line. Breathlessly and full of desire they stood, deliberately ignoring each other. Occasionally, Linden, who was behind Gladys, brushed her breasts against Gladys' head (she was 6” taller). Finally, they got into the bathroom. Quickly, Linden snuck into the same stall as Gladys. They each pawed each other breasts and kissed greedily. Linden pulled off her sweatshirt and Gladys her noodle shirt. They gazed at each other's breasts eagerly. They each undid the other's bra clasp, and they quickly shrugged off their bras. Linden's breasts were firmer and more erect than Glady's, because she had very little fat on her. Linden's breasts were slightly pendulous. Since Linden was so much taller than Gladys, her breasts could rest on Glady's shoulders and surround her face. Glady's hanging breasts dug into Linden's taut belly.
The stall was tight, but they improvised as best they could. They both very rapidly got each other off with their fingers, and quickly put on their clothes. They didn't dare take much time. They both felt satisfied but vaguely ashamed off the escapade. “Am I gay?” Linden wondered, but when she thought of how much more she wanted Denny, even now, she felt a little better.
They didn't talk the rest of the bus trip. They both were processing what had happened. When they arrived at the shopping center parking lot, seeing all their families eagerly awaiting them, they politely said goodbye. “See you at school Linden” “Uh, yeah, bye Gladys.”
Since they were sitting near the back of the bus, they were among the last ones off. As Linden stepped down she heard her mother excitedly exclaim: “Oh, there's Linden…” Mom gulped and couldn't say more. Linden ran up to her, threw her arms around mom and gave her a face full of tit! “Oh my,” Mom said. “Oh my.” She stood back at arms length. “My, let's get a look at you… You certainly have, uh filled out!” “Yes Mom I have, you could knock me over with a feather I'm so surprised, but its OK.” Dad was right behind Mom. “Hi, sweetie.” He gave Linden a hug. Since he was 6'5”, he wasn't given such a direct experience of Linden's fruiting assets. In fact, Dad seemed oblivious of the whole thing. Bob, Linden's 16-year-old brother seemed completely flustered. “Sis? What happened to you?” “What do you mean what happened to me?' Linden enjoyed Bob's consternation. “Uh, I mean, uh… Oh, you know what I mean.” Linden took pity on him. “You mean, where did these breasts come from?” “Yeh, that's what I mean.” “They just grew this summer… a lot.” “I'll say!”
Mom, who had also been a competitive swimmer, knew right away, that Linden's athletic career was over, but she also knew that Linden must be pleased, she certainly looked great, and would be OK. She remembered how her husband's youngest sister – Linden's aunt - had also suddenly grown tits one summer. Hadn't she posed nude for Playboy when she was 17? As they walked back to their car, carrying Linden's duffle, mom chatted deliriously about how things were at home, and how she was getting ready for Linden's move to the dorm at college – and how she remembered her own college days and the same state University. Linden's breasts were now the elephant in the room. No one was going to say any more, except that Mom observed that they had better buy Linden some new clothes before she went off to school.
That night, sleeping in her own bed, she dreamt again of the Virgin. She knew it was the Virgin because of her radiant ruby red heart, but the Virgin now looked startlingly like Linden. They were like twin sisters. Everywhere they went throngs venerated them. Finally, they found themselves alone on a moonlit hill where they made love together. In her dream Linden was troubled. She asked the Virgin about making love: “I thought you were too pure for carnal love.” The Virgin laughed. “That's one version of the story, but those who say that forget that my name used to be Astarte, and that I was the Mother Goddess.”
The next day, Mom took Linden shopping. It was as if she was living Linden's voluptuousness vicariously. She encouraged Linden to pickup some really sexy clothes. She even took her to Victoria's Secret in the mall. The store clerks were in heaven serving them. Linden was gorgeous and Mom was free spending!
When she got home, there was a message on the voice mail from Linden's best friend – Carol. Linden called immediately. Carol wanted to get together. Linden told her - lest she be really shocked - that there had been some changes in her body. “Huh?” “My tits went wild Carrie!” “Wow! I can't wait to see you. Let's meet at the mall, we'll go see a movie.” Carol had been her best friend since the third grade. About 5 years ago - when they were both 13 - they had started to blossom together, but while Linden's boobs had gone into a stall, Carol had kept developing and had very nice feminine assets – not voluptuous, but definitely womanly. She had admired Linden's athletic body, but she was also very pleased about her own femininity.
Linden felt totally comfortable with her best friend and felt free to show off, without concern of jealousy. It was wonderful to have such a trusted friend. She decided to put on the sexiest clothes that Mom had bought her. She wore really tight jeans that revealed her highly developed legs and butt. She wore a push-up bra, which should probably have been declared illegal, given Linden's incredible endowment, and a low cut, thin strap, sleeveless, tight shirt. Linden was blessing the world with a generous view of cleavage. Her brother Bob had gone straight to his room when he saw her. It occurred to Linden that he was probably going for his Playboy collection! (She knew that he had all the pictorial spreads on their Aunt). Her father didn't look up from the baseball game on TV. Mom looked her over appreciatively, and commented that her aunt had to see this!
When Carol saw Linden her jaw dropped. Not only had Linden developed watermelons on her chest, but her muscular development was pretty impressive too. “Wow! You weren't kidding. What happened?” Linden recounted that when she got to camp she had fallen completely for Denny, and thought that maybe the resultant hormone surge had triggered this. Or maybe it was starting birth control pills in the spring. She also mentioned the herbal tea the gypsy had given her. “Can I get some of this tea?” “Well, you can have the rest of what I have, I stopped it a few weeks ago.” “Well, I should hope so!”
They chatted for an hour over dinner, and walked around the mall for a while. Linden was drawing a lot of attention, which they both enjoyed. They went to the movie, and decided on a sexy r-rated movie. They had never done this together before. The movie was pretty steamy, and Linden was feeling pretty turned on. She missed Denny terribly. She even missed Gladys! After the movie they went to a coffee shop. Linden told Carol all about her summer and her relationship with Denny (but not about Gladys). Carol told her about some of her boyfriends this summer, but nothing really worked out. She was jealous of Linden's affair with Denny. She even admitted how she was a little bit jealous of Linden's breasts. “You already had this terrific athletic body, and now you have breasts too, it just isn't fair,” she pouted. Linden, now pretty turned on by her own sexiness as reflected in Carol's jealousy, and her own genuine affection for Carol, and her growing self-assurance blurted out. “Well, I'm happy to share them with you.” Carol looked astonished. “What do you mean share them?”
Linden didn't answer. She took Carol by the hand and led her away from the coffee house. Carol followed obediently. When they got out into the dark parking lot, Linden embraced Carrie. She was 8” taller than Carrie, so her cleavage bulged right into Carries face. Carrie was swept away with desire for Linden. She nuzzled and licked Linden's awesome breasts. She felt Linden's erect nipples with her cheek. Carol hugged Linden and felt that her back was bigger than any of her boyfriends, which somehow reassured and steadied her, but when she looked at, and felt Linden's boobs, she was completely undone again.
”Let's go to the park,” Linden whispered huskily into her best friends ear. She broke away from Carol's embrace and started running for the car. She loved the feel of her breast bobbing on her chest, the sight of which ignited Carol's desire into an explosion. If it wasn't for Linden's muscular fitness she couldn't have run so effortlessly with such considerable weight suspended from her torso, but Linden was a muscular goddess as well as a voluptuous goddess.
When they got to the park, Carol no longer knew whom she was. She had never harbored a conscious homosexual thought, but she had never desired anyone as much as she wanted Linden, her best friend Linden. Carol was no Gladys, but Linden genuinely loved her, and she found sex with her even better than with Gladys, although the image of Denny never left her mind's eye. She knew who her true love was. She imagined that Denny would love to see her with Carol and would even love to participate. In the park, they stripped their clothes off. Carol worshiped Linden's body, and Linden returned her genuine affection, if not lust, to Carol. Being the object of worship was more than enough to stimulate Linden's libido. Carol also seemed very skillful at bringing her off. Obviously a woman knows what a woman likes.
After words, Linden drove Carol back to the mall so she could get her car. Carol seemed deep in thought. “Are you Ok honey?” “I'm pretty boggled.” “See you tomorrow?” “You bet!”
Linden was feeling really good, and she decided to go to the gym to work out. She hadn't touched any weights now in two days and she was feeling hungry for a pump! It was like extending her orgasms all over her body! This was a 24-hour fitness club, but it was 11 o'clock and it was pretty quiet. She hadn't brought any gym clothes. She hit the machines with great intensity. It was really fun to be using all these machines, which hit her muscles in slightly different ways than the free weights she had been using all summer. She did the entire circuit, rather than focusing on body parts and got a pretty good sweat on. The wet tee shirt effect accentuated her already unbelievable assets and the few guys in the gym were awestruck, and it seemed to pick up their intensity too. One of them was pretty buffed, but held no candle to Denny.
When she got home, things seemed pretty quiet. She surmised that her parents were in bed, but her brother Bob was watching TV in the family room. He turned off the set as she came into the room, and seemed a little embarrassed. Linden wondered what he was watching, imagining that it was probably x-rated. She realized that SHE was pretty x-rated, and hoped that she wasn't screwing up her kid brother. She told him she had been to the gym and offered to take him there tomorrow. He seemed pleased at this attention.
The next morning at breakfast, Bob showed Linden his gym bag, obviously eagerly anticipating some time with his sister. Bob was really the scholar of the family and previously had no athletic interests. He was nearly 6'5” and very skinny, and wore glasses. He looked a lot like Linden and had the same broad shoulders from their mother. He was 16 years old – 2 years younger than his sister. Bob and Linden had been very good pals. Her delayed sexual maturity had removed some of the usual tension in such a sibling relationship, but this had clearly erupted with a vengeance! Linden sensed her brother's confused lust, and wanted somehow to salvage their relationship. She intuited that pumping iron might help him sublimate his sexual frustration. His eagerness this morning seemed to validate her hypothesis.
Bob had gone to Camp Pine Crest when he was younger, and had played with Denny and Nick. He had admired Nick, but had never gravitated to iron, until now, yet he knew how to use weights. At the gym, they each went into their respective locker rooms to change. Bob had a tee shirt and a bathing suit. Linden had a spandex exercise outfit with a bare midriff. Bob was kind of getting used to his sister's new attributes, but he could barely suppress his incipient erection when he saw her in her outfit. He was not alone in his lust! For a while Linden and Bob exercised together, Linden giving him some pointers. Bob was not only lusting for his voluptuous sister, but he was impressed with her muscularity and her exercise intensity. After awhile, they separated, Linden was working her traps and Bob his pecs. He overheard some of the guys talking about Linden. “Look at that babe! What gazongas! What a goddess!” One of the oglers elbowed Bob and offered his opinion: “I bet her tits are fake!” Bob smiled, and said: “I know for a fact that they are real!” “How do you know?” “She's my girlfriend.” “What would a babe like that be doing with a kid like you?” “Well, I can prove it to you.” “Oh, yeh?”
Bob got up from the pec machine and walked over to Linden and kissed her on the cheek. “I told those guys that you were my girlfriend.” Linden chuckled. “You did huh?” “Come on sis, play along.” “OK”. Linden got up from the overhead trap machine and gave Bob a real long kiss on his mouth, burying her breasts in his abdomen (he was 5” taller than her). Bob was awash in lust and his penis started to stir, but he was even more pleased glancing over at the guys. Linden sensed Bob's feelings. How could she stay friends with her brother? It seemed that all young men instantly had the hots for her, even most young women! Bob went over to the weight rack, took a couple of dumbbells and proceeded with a furious set of biceps curls. When he was done with a set, he went on to another set with higher weights, and so on and so on. Linden viewed this with amusement and satisfaction. She was glad to see Bob sublimating.
The next day Denny came to visit. Linden asked him if Bob could come to the gym with them. He was more than happy to comply with her wish. Denny took time with Bob who, between his sister's tits and pumping iron was surging with testosterone. Denny smiled, he recognized the spark of of iron-desire in Bob. Linden was very pleased that the boys got along so well. As usual, the entire gym was hot and bothered at the sight of Linden and Denny.
Linden goes to College
Denny brought Linden to College. Moving all her stuff proved quite easy. They both loved to carry big loads up the stairs to get a little work out. The gasps in the dorm were audible. This was a girl-jock dorm, and most of the girls looked real good, but Linden and Denny brought physical development to a new level. It was hard to tell who was provoking more gasps and stares – Linden or Denny? Denny was at least a little experienced by now with the effect he had on people. This was all really new to Linden. She had been experimenting since the eruption of her breasts with ways to “look normal.” She was wearing jeans and a football jersey. On the other hand there was no way that she was going to “shrink” her chest with poor posture. What had origins in a confident athletic gait, with Linden's new body, looked like she was strutting her stuff. Denny made no attempt to hide his mass. He was wearing a very tight tee shirt. One could see the striations of his muscles through the cotton. His shorts were … short.
Just as they had gotten Linden's stuff moved in and put away, Linden's roommate, and her family arrived. “Hi, I'm Linden Myers and this is my friend Denny Fletcher, you must be Shelley… can we help you with your stuff?” Shelley was quite stunning in her own right. Linden was getting more sensitive and unashamed of her appreciation for feminine beauty. Shelley was taller than Linden, black and sported cornrows. She was a basketball player. Her family was also tall, proud and handsome. They were the first people they had encountered in the dorm who weren't undone by Linden and Denny's appearance. Shelley's younger brother, Guy, was very strong and athletic looking, but he sized up Denny quickly, and said, “You're the biggest white guy I've ever seen, Damn, you might be the biggest guy period! Do you play football?” Denny told them that he was a professional body builder and had never played in other competitive sports. “Too bad,' said the brother.
With Linden and Denny's help, Shelley was moved in very quickly too. When they were all done, Linden suggested they all take a walk around campus. Shelley demurred politely; she wanted to spend some time with her family.
Linden and Denny took off alone together. “Let's go find the gym!” The two made waves and ripples all over campus. During their workout Linden couldn't get images of Shelley out of her mind. Actually, she didn't really want to. She was infatuated. After their workout, they ate out. When they got back to the dorm, Shelley and her family were not there. They made mad passionate love, and then Denny left. He was training for a contest next week and needed to get home. “Be good, sweetie” Linden too was tired, and went to bed straightaway. She didn't even notice Shelley coming in an hour later.
Shelley awoke the next morning and glanced across the small room to Linden's side. Linden was sitting on her bed, bare chested, her great breasts in proud view. “Got to go to breakfast, registration starts in 45 minutes!” Linden jumped up and put a tee shirt on, and her jeans. Linden and Shelley went down to the dinning hall for breakfast together. This was the first time since she had gotten “big” that she didn't wear a bra. Her breasts were quite firm and sagged very little, but their oscillations as she walked demanded attention from everyone who saw her. She loved the feel of the dance on her chest.
After breakfast she decided she'd better dress less erotically for registration. She went for her most restrictive bra, baggiest blouse and a lose skirt. She still looked like an Amazon with big breasts, but a prudish one. She didn't get hit on the whole morning. After lunch she went to the bookstore. She had an appointment with Coach Phyllis at 4pm.
Linden came back from the bookstore, laden with this quarter's readings. She put her books down, keen to get out of this damn bra, and liberate her lovely boobs, these globes of erotic bliss. She slipped on one of Denny's workout shirts. The shirt was sleeveless and was cut to reveal upper body development. She admired her view in the mirror. The shirt covered her nipples and areolas, but her breasts bulged out of the sides beguilingly. She pulled the shirt down and her boobs spilled out, pushed up by the t-shirt, which thus functioned like a bustier. She sat at her desk sorting her books, and beginning to read one, delighted at the contrast between her hot breasts and the cool air.
She heard the door open, and glancing over her shoulder saw Shelly come in, accompanied by another black girl. Linden quickly pulled the muscle shirt up to cover her breasts. This was only partially successful. Linden stood up as Shelley said: “Cynthia, this is my roommate Linden.” Shelley politely put out her hand, hoping that her breasts would not flip out of the shirt again. “Nice shirt!” Cynthia offered. “Hi,” Linden answered, distracted and embarrassed by her scanty attire. “I have to go meet my swimming coach,” Linden hurriedly added. “We have to go to basketball practice, I just had to pick up my stuff.” Shelley grabbed her gym bag and exited, Cynthia was right behind her. Linden thought she heard, through the door, Cynthia ask Shelley incredulously “is she a swimmer?”
Linden quickly changed. She put her bra back on and a tee shirt, and changed into jeans and went off to her meeting with her swimming coach. She wasn't really looking forward to this. She had really been into swimming, it was apparent to her that she just couldn't cut it anymore. She was anxious that she was going to be letting her coach and her team down. She certainly was going to continue working out! “That's for sure!” she thought.
She got to the gym, and went around back to the pool area, and asked at the desk for coach Phyllis's office. She was shown to an office at the back of the locker room. She could hear lots of splashing and shouting out at the pool, and instructions and encouragement being barked out. She was a bit sad and nostalgic not being there. She had deeply wanted to be part of this team, had trained hard, and until a month ago fully expected to be part of it all. Thinking back on this summer made her woozy.
She didn't have much time to ruminate about change. Coach bounded into the room. “So, Myers, why aren't you out there swimming….” Coach looked a little confused. “Myers? Oh, my, it is you isn't it? What the hell happened to you?” “Well, coach, uh… I don't think I can swim competitively… I, uh, grew…” “Well I can certainly see, you grew tits!!” “Let's take a look at you.” Coach Phyllis reached down and took Linden by the shoulders and pulled her out of her chair. “My, not only did you grow breasts, but you put on some muscle! Actually, a lot of muscle!!” She turned Linden around, feeling her shoulders and her back and even her butt appreciatively. “Well, I worked out like you told me too, and I really got in to it, maybe I worked out a bit more than you said,” she said shyly averting her eyes.
As Linden looked up again at coach Phyllis she noticed that coach had a lot of muscle too. Phyllis had been fully dressed at their previous meetings. She was wearing a one-piece Speedo, which revealed the most muscular feminine body Linden had ever seen.
“Take off your tee-shirt,” coach commanded. Linden complied, stripping down to her Bra. 'Take off your jeans!” Linden complied. Phyllis walked around her sizing her up. “You didn't have muscle like this three months ago,” she said almost accusingly. “And you were flat-chested. Have you been taking something, ya know, hormones or something?” “Well, coach I did start on birth control pills that my doctor gave me for acne.” Coach waved this aside derisively,”Nah, that's not it. I've never seen such fabulous growth.” “Well, my boyfriend is a professional body builder, he helped me a lot this summer.” Phyllis lit up. “Oh really, who is he?” “Denny Fletcher” “Oh, I know Denny, he's really good, he's going to be Mr. Olympia someday.” Phyllis looked at Linden with a new appreciation. “Denny Fletcher's girlfriend… Look, Obviously you can't swim for us, but I have a proposition for you… You can be my assistant coach for fitness… We can pay you $25 per hour, and I bet you can even student teach some PE.”
Linden was pleased and flattered by this proposal, and excited that Coach knew Denny. “I'd like that… by the way how do you know Denny?” Coach hit a double front biceps and said “I'm a bodybuilding contestant too, can't you tell? I've been in some contests with Denny, in fact we'll be in the state championships next month. I bet with some training you could compete too, but with those tits of yours some people will think you should be a fitness model. Let's see you pose.”
Linden had practiced posing with Denny many times. She didn't have any kind of a pump on, but she summoned some good poses. Coach nodded approvingly. “Pretty good cold posing. Ok, get your clothes back on. Are you ready to start? I bet those guys will really get intense with you in there training them!”
Linden spent the next two hours with two different shifts of swimmers in the gym - one group of men and one group of women. They did seem to like working out with Linden, and they did pump iron with intensity. After they left, Phyllis came in, and asked Linden if she wanted to work out with her for about an hour. Linden was not going to miss out on this opportunity. It was coach's chest and back day, and although she Linden had done this with Denny yesterday, she was game. Linden had no doubt that this was the most muscular woman she had ever seen. She was boggled by her 300# bench press. This challenged her and she achieved a new high of 235#.
The first two weeks of school were heaven for Linden. Five days a week she worked out with Phyllis, and on the weekends she worked out with Denny. Moreover, she got to handle some iron in her coaching and teaching jobs. She lost 5 #, but put a half-inch on her arms, and an inch on her chest and legs. Her abs got really cut from losing fat, she now sported a real 6 pack. Her breasts remained unchanged, although she had to put an extender on her bras to handle the muscularity of her chest and lats.
Shelley and Linden were getting to be good friends too. Linden was able to look in on basketball practice occasionally. The women's basketball team's practice facility was adjacent to the swim teams'. The woman's basketball team had their own fitness instructor, but occasionally Shelley would join Linden and Coach Phyllis to workout, and the weekends that Denny came, Shelly worked out with them too. Linden and Shelley were in the same Humanities class too. Linden was also taking Calculus and Political Science. She really was enjoying the academics, and really enjoying dorm life too. It was all pretty busy.
One night after midterms, Linden was in the gym working out alone, after working with the swim team. She hadn't seen Denny in a week (since the state contest which both he and coach Phyllis had won), and had been really working hard for midterms. Between the sublimated sexual energy, and the release from her studies she was in a rare intensity with the weights. She was feeling really pumped when coach came in. “whoa girl, you're looking good tonight!” said coach. Linden turned to her and gave her a side chest pose. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her arms and pecs were really pumped. She was wearing her loosest athletic bra, which let her breasts sag as much as they could – not much – but just enough to reveal that she had really good pecs. Linden liked what she saw. So evidently did coach “Girl, that should be illegal, you can turn a girl's head.” Coach came right up to Linden, and kissed her full on the mouth. This took Linden aback for a moment, but she returned the kiss with ardor. Coach slipped behind Linden and cupped her mammoth breasts. She moaned “Oh how I've been wanting to do this.” Linden ground her butt into Coach's pubes. She liked it to.
Coach took Linden by the hand, imploring her to come with her. She led Linden to her office, closed the door, and pulled off her sweatshirt. Coach had on a sports bra. She was really big and well defined being in contest shape. She slipped off her sweat pants, and then pulled off her thong. She opened up her desk drawer and pulled out a large dildo – almost as big as Denny's erect cock. It had a strap, and she attached it to her waist and adjusted it over her pubes. Linden's eyes went wide. She had thought of her self as bisexual, but this was too much! But then again, she noted that her nipples were growing more erect than they had for weeks.
Coach came up to Linden and embraced her again, strongly. She was almost as big as Denny had been at the beginning of the summer when she had been so opened up sexually. (Of course he was much bigger now). Coach started to fondle Linden's breasts enthusiastically, but still gently. She pulled her bra straps down, and buried her face in Linden's glorious cleavage. Linden pulled her panties down, swiveled around, and stuck out her rump, offering it to coach. Coach inserted the dildo skillfully into Linden's eager vagina, squeezing her mammoth breasts as Coach inched the dildo carefully into Linden wet hole. After bringing Linden to climax, coach took off the dildo and strapped it unto Linden, fingering Linden's clitoris as she secured it! Coach also wanted it from behind. Coach helped guide the dildo into her twat. Linden could feel it pounding her clitoris and she drove it home. A surge of power and joy coursed through her body. Coach could feel Linden's nipples arise again on her back. Linden massaged Coach's little boobies. Her pecs were massive, her breasts were like a crab apple but the areolas and nipples gave good account of themselves. They came to simultaneous explosive orgasm. Linden could swear she was squirting into coach.
Almost every night for the rest of the semester Linden and coach pumped iron, then pumped their bodies into higher levels of ecstasy. They were both growing. Coach said she hadn't put so much muscle on in years. Linden too was developing the muscles of a real bodybuilder, but unlike any female body builder ever her tits did not shrink, they were even growing a little. Bra extenders weren't doing any more, the cups had to be bigger. Coach took her to a well-known body builder's lingerie shop in the city. Of course everything was custom made. Linden now measured out at 44 EE. She was in good shape financially, with the good money she was pulling in coaching and teaching, and she need the full spectrum of bras – different colors, different shapes, different cleavage. Then she got a really hot idea! She would have a bra made for Denny. She knew his measurements, and showed the bra maker pictures of him. Denny had been developing particularly tremendous pectorals, no doubt inspired by his lover. He had undoubtedly the biggest pecs in men's bodybuilding. Her fantasy about getting him in a bra was now to be realized! The bra maker convinced Linden to put some rubber falsey in the bra, maybe a C-size boob.
Linden usually got to bed by 9:30PM each night, earlier than Shelley. She fell asleep deliciously fantasizing about Denny in a bra. When Shelley came in, she noted that Linden was asleep, and not wanting to disturb her, put only her closet light on, with its door only slightly ajar. She stripped and put on a tee shirt to sleep in. As she went to turn off the light, she glanced over at Linden, and for a moment felt she was dreaming. She sat down on her bed feeling a little unsteady. Linden was lying on her back, slightly tilted toward Shelley. She was wearing a nightshirt, which clung tightly to the melons on her chest. Shelley had never seen breasts like these. Her nipples protruded through her nightshirt proudly. Shelley fantasized that Denny was there with Linden. In her fantasy he was pumped and oiled. In her mind's eye his triceps and his pectorals were particularly pumped, striated and flushed. However, Linden's breasts eclipsed even his hugeness.
The fantasy dissolved, but the breasts were still there, beckoning to Shelley. With her heart in her throat, Shelley got out of bed and walked over to Linden's recumbent form. She sat on the floor next to Linden and slowly reached out. She had to feel these enticing globes. She touched the breast closest to her very tentatively. Linden eyes fluttered open and she smiled. Shelley gasped and pulled her hand back, just a little. Linden looked directly into Shelley's dark eyes and smiled. After what seemed like an eternity to her, Shelley put her hand back on Linden's breast. Linden smiled more broadly, and arched her back like a cat. Her breast thus thrust strongly into Shelley's tremulous fingers. Shelley had to squeeze, had to stroke, had to pull the nightshirt up revealing the naked splendor or the right breast, had to caress the crinkling areola and erect nipple, had to softly kiss and nuzzle the breast.
Linden reached out and stroked Shelley's cheek. Shelley was lost in a frenzy of lust strange and unexpected. She arose from the floor and got on top of Linden and buried her face between Linden's naked breast and the one still covered by the nightshirt. Linden felt that Shelley was as beautiful as the queen of Sheba. She found her to be the most exotic and desirable female lover yet and she no longer felt awkward about loving women. In fact, she realized that she really loved seducing heterosexual woman. The idea of being bisexual seemed totally liberated and right. Linden pulled Shelley's t-shirt off. Shelley was indeed gorgeous. Her body was very athletic. Her breasts were middle sized, like pears, and her nipples were as big as her own. Her areola was dark black. Linden pulled Shelley toward her, and took one of her nipples in her mouth. She softly licked and kissed it. Shelley shuddered, goose flesh erupted and her nipples grew even bigger. Shelley started to grind her clitoris on Linden pubic bone. Linden shifted so that the two clitori might come together. Shelley brought her erect nipples onto Linden's breasts, and the two girls kissed each other softly as the intensity of their mutual clitoral dance reached a climax. With the incredible mutuality that only women could share they reached orgasm together. Linden delighted as Shelley's cunt juices trickled over her leg.
They both fell asleep for a few minutes, but soon awoke intertwined. Linden was feeling ecstatic, not the way she did with Denny, but no less moved. Shelley was stunned and ashamed. She started to apologize. Linden explained that the first time she had made love to a woman, just a few weeks before, that she too had felt ashamed, but now realized the wonder of homosexual love. The word triggered intense revulsion in Shelley. Linden apologized for using it, and explained that she still loved Denny most of all and would bear his children, but she declared that she felt that she was falling in love with her, Shelley, too, and not to be afraid. Shelley had a lot to process. Within her first month at college she had made love to a woman! She retreated to her own bed. After some restless hours she fell into a deep sleep. She awoke dreaming that she was making love to Denny and Linden. Was last night a dream?
Shelley was too embarrassed to sit with Linden, but she really wanted to. She has shocked at the jealousy she felt at the attention she was getting from the other girls. One in particular was clearly flirting with Linden. After breakfast, outside of the dining hall, Shelley overcame her ambivalence and came up to Linden who was surrounded by girls. She took Linden by the hand, who smiled and embraced her. The two amazons embracing triggered a wave of reaction from the other girls. Some tittered, others started whispering to each other. Others sat down to steady their nerves. As Shelley and Linden walked up the hall toward their room, many could see Linden's breast swaying side to side and dancing up and down.
Linden and Shelley got to their room and jumped into each other's arms. They quickly removed all their clothes. Linden was in love again. Somehow this didn't threaten her love of Denny, but she was deeply smitten by Shelley. Making love to her was the sweetest thing she had ever done. Denny was spicier, but Shelley was sweet. For one thing Shelley made Linden's breasts feel more beautiful, more erotic, more delicious than Denny did. Shelley savored her breasts. Denny devoured them. Linden was awash in erotic bliss that radiated from her beloved hooters. And to think, four months ago, she was flat chested!
Denny's bra
Finally the bras came in. Linden really enjoyed comfortably fitting bras. She was ever more delighted by her erotic endowments. She was sure that her breasts were growing because she enjoyed them so much (as well as Denny, Coach, Carol, Gladys, Astarte, and the throngs of others who loved her vicariously. Denny's bra was something else. She found it deliciously provocative, slightly evil, and uncannily exciting. First of all it was 58”! The shape of the cup was very peculiar (the bra maker said she had made other bras for men and this would work really well on him), and the rubber falsie was a hoot (so to speak). His bra was white. She kept it in box. She didn't show it to anyone.
She waited eagerly for the weekend. She was going to go away with Denny to the Fletcher family mountain cabin. He was finally relaxing a little bit, after training for and winning the State Championship. He was in great contest shape! His chest undoubtedly displayed the best-developed pectorals in the world. His back was also huge. His arms certainly were big enough to belong. His abs were chiseled, his legs gorgeous.
There had been an early snow in the mountains. Fortunately, the cabin had a good supply of firewood. Also, being a Fletcher family cabin, it had a nicely equipped gym, which was mirror lined. The brisk air in the gym stimulated their desire to evoke their inner heat. As luck (as well and the Godess) would have it, it was a chest and back day for Denny. This titillated Linden immensely. Denny had more different exercise for his pecs than anyone. Straight bench presses, incline presses, decline presses, flys…. As blood flowed into his pecs, swelling them into nothing short of striated, gnarled, mountainous tits! He also worked his back, and abs. Linden followed along, somewhat distracted by her fascination with Denny's chest.
Back in the cabin, after their work out, they oiled each other and massaged each other, each eagerly postponing gratification of the desire that smoldered within. They played with seeing who would finally initiate sex. Linden straddled Denny from behind, massaging his glistening pecs, feeling the cuts, striations and massiveness of them, her tits firmly planted into his back. Denny's penis stirred. He started to squirm as he did when he would try to up the libidinal ante. He chuckled when Linden pulled away. The game of sex was so fun. He was surprised deliciously when she told him to sit still and close his eyes. He was intrigued when she told him to put his hands straight in front of him. He was fascinated when he felt Linden put something around his chest and intrigued when he felt her slip something over his arms, over his shoulders and over his traps. A bolt of realization struck him when she felt him cinch the bra tight and fastened the clasp. His eyes abruptly opened, and he sought his image in a mirror. He stood up and examined himself from several angles. He cupped his bra and looked into his cleavage. He flexed his pecs. Linden came up behind him and cupped his bra. While he had been examining himself in the mirror he hadn't noticed Linden strapping on a Dildo. Cupping Denny's breasts, her own breasts firmly planted into his muscular back, Linden felt the ruby glow infuse her heart and her breasts and engulf Denny. He started to moan. He must feel it too! She then realized that she was also undulating her pelvis, and the dildo was caressing Denny's perineum, from his anus to his balls. Denny too started to rock his pelvis, rubbing against the dildo. He pushed his buttocks into Linden's pubic bone, shimmied, and then emitted a long sigh followed by a moan. Linden felt her breasts ache as they had in the summer, a delicious, almost blissful ache, really more of a deeply pleasurable sensation, whose only relationship to pain is the need to rub and move the hurt part. She massaged her breasts with Denny's back. The ruby glow exploded into wave after wave of bliss.
Denny fell to his knees, and lay on his side, caressing his bra. Linden lay behind him “spooning” him while continuing to massage his perineum with her dildo. Denny rolled onto his stomach, and raised his buttock into the air, clearly inviting Linden to insert the dildo in his anus. Linden had the foresight to have brought lots of lubricant which she applied liberally to his buttock, and fingered his anus very gently. Denny moaned loudly and waived his buttock invitingly. Linden ever so slowly and gently inserted the dildo and advanced it ever so slowly. Denny moaned even more loudly, but he also started to rock his buttock to aid and hasten the penetration. When she had inserted it to the hilt, the dildo harness started rocking her clitoris. Now both of them were moaning loudly. Linden's breast undulated, and slapped against Denny's lower back. Her nipples seemed to burn with the fire of ecstasy. Her clitoris was more erect and sensitive than ever. Then it too went super nova. Linden's sense of herself dissolved. In her place were two radiant poles of blissful energy – the ruby red heart/breast and the pure white radiance of her pelvis.
When her ego reappeared, she found herself draped over Denny who was sub-audibly moaning. She noted that his cock was hugely erect. She detached herself from the dildo, leaving it in place, and moved from behind Denny to take the front position. She wiggled her buttock to his penis. He groaned, and immediately inserted his penis into her vagina from behind. As he thrust his body forward, he reached around her and firmly cupped her breasts pulling her against him. The feel of his hand on her breasts rekindled ecstatic fireworks. The feel of his breast and bra in her back thrilled her. She came again and again and again.
Their lovemaking, thusly revolutionized, brought Linden a completely new sense of herself, Denny and even the world. She understood the male drive to penetrate. Denny became capable of receptiveness and gentleness that only her female lovers had demonstrated before.
Soon, and too her unceasing delight, her bras were tight again. This time it was the clearly the cups that couldn't contain the fruiting gazongas, the titanic tits, her mountains of ecstasy. While she was waiting for new bras – 44 FF, she found every opportunity to go braless. The dancing of her breasts was bliss to her and huge stimulation to everyone privileged to see her.
Back at school, she made love at least once a day with Shelley and once a day with Phyllis. Once in a while she would make it with Gladys. Carol came to visit, too. There were no other men in her life aside from Denny. Some days she would pretend she was a lesbian. She loved to see the guys drool, but almost none would hit on her. She was bigger and stronger than all of them! The amount of semen spilled each day at State U, in her name, in honor of her image, in worship of her goddessness, could have filled a swimming pool.
Pretty soon she got the visit she knew would come – from a representative of Playboy Magazine. “I've been waiting for you, are you going to make me a Playmate?” “Well, no, I don't think so, but we will certainly give you a major pictorial spread.” “Yeh, I bet I'm way too freakish to be a Playmate.” “I wouldn't say freakish --- you're just way beyond.”
(To be continued)